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April 11, 2019 by Simon Sweetman

The Hardest I’ve Ever Not Worked

People tell you not to read the comments – but you can really learn a lot about yourself. For example: Did you know that I used to earn enough to pay my mortgage by trolling music fans on Stuff? Neither did I. That was definitely news to me. I must have been stuck in that dreary day-job for no reason whatsoever. All those years of punching a clock and thinking about punching a boss or workmate and then home to my parents’ basement to write a blog (no idea why I continued to blog from there, but I learned this too from the comments-section; I paid the mortgage for someone else to live in my house, presumably, and stoked the fires of anger as a basement-dwelling bottom-feeder on a mythically impressive income with a hobby day-job) when really I should have just been flaunting all the cash that writing provides, driving around in the cars – plural – and yelling “show me your ass” at whoever I wanted. The Bad Music Blogger. 
 
Writing about music never pays. Never enough anyway. And so I have always worked a “proper” job – up until a few years ago. You let slip more of yourself than you ever mean to when blogging daily, but I never really talked about my actual job. I never kept it secret, but didn’t mention what I did or any locations. I (thought I) was quick to correct anyone that was convinced a wee music-related missive was paying the bills but you lot know how it works: People read what they want to read (and) in the way they want to read it. 
 
When my son was born I was working extra hard. As hard as I ever had. It wasn’t even because of a fear for the extra mouth to feed and the pile-up of costs, it’s just the way it ended up. Due to bad planning, if anything, I had a book to write, a blog to keep, a full-time job, an Arts Festival to cover, a radio spot, a TV slot and quite a bit of other freelance work. It was my version of an impossible schedule (everyone has one after all) and I kept it up for a year or so. Then a few of the projects dropped off, some occasional other work drifted in, and then before my son’s first birthday I had cut down to part-time work – my wife and I were going to have a couple of days at home with him each.  
 
Like most first-time parents, and particularly I think if you’ve been the youngest child in your own family (as I was), I had no idea what I was doing when it came to raising a kid.  
 
Fortunately, all those years of reading the comments meant I already knew I had no idea. Bonus. 
 
Slowly but surely a new routine was created. I’d get up extra early to write rather than staying up late. I’d only have to punch the clock for someone else every other day. And my son became my new best friend – we had dance parties, and zoo visits and playdates with friends who had children. And it all felt like a great privilege – who else but the stay-at-home parent gets to look at the majestic (albeit soul-stolen and glum-looking) cheetah-in-captivity at 11am on a Tuesday?  
 
One Friday morning, a guy swam over to me in the public pool and reminded me how lucky I was for not being at work. I wanted to tell this eager stranger that I’d never worked so hard since not working. But then I saw a trail of children behind him, his four trumped my one.  
 
I’ve had the best success at a job ever since Not Working. There’s been one measurable: Keep someone else alive. Since I’d managed to keep myself alive all these years largely by fluke it wasn’t always a given I would succeed in this role. But it’s going…okay… 
 
My wife felt the pull of work the way I never did. There were of course other factors. And I might write more about those some other time. But I felt the pull of home I guess.  
 
So I started writing blogs and reviews with my big toe pushing a bouncer. I started getting up at 4am to write, back to bed at 6am, back up to start the day proper at 8am. A bit more writing during nap times for the child – it was always a case of dashed hopes if he fell asleep in the car. But I’d take a book – “research” –  and park up outside the house reading for as long as his slumber might allow. That might be the only work on a particular day. Other times he’d have a massive afternoon sleep and I’d suddenly become more productive, writing-wise, than I ever had previously.  
 
The amount of new skills I learned in that first year at home. 
 
I didn’t even know if I’d be a good dad – let alone a good stay-at-home dad but it seemed to fall into place. Constantly I’d be asked if I missed work. My parents were particularly keen to know when I’d get back up on my feet and get back to earning a crust for the family. As if I’d been struck down by some affliction. The birth of a son was clearly the death of hard work in their eyes. But let’s not actually ever talk about it because, hey, Grandson cuddles!  
 
I stuck at it for a long time. And it was both a breeze and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. 
 
There were fresh brain-teasers and patience-testers every day. I knew the words to more songs by animated characters than I ever thought would be possible. My “workmate” – as we are of course good buddies – was also my job. And my boss. I’m the teacher. But I did more learning across the last four years than at any time in my life beyond my own first four years. 
 
I’m still writing about music. Must be addicted to the crummy pay and positive energies it inspires. I’m still writing about books and movies and art. I just started cramming it in during long sleeps and day-care windows and, well, who are we kidding, it doesn’t take that long to tell Devilskin fans to go fuck themselves…or whatever it is I actually do… 
 
The wee boy that rules our roost is funny and passionate and bright and like anyone else’s kid he’s the best in the world. Obviously. I’ve muttered words behind his back, yelled directly at him until he’s almost whimpering, thought – briefly – back to what must have been the good old days of lining kids up for a spanking. And then thought, almost instantly, at how I could never do that, much less live with the self-loathing after.  
 
It’s questionable whether he’s made me a better person.  But I’ve definitely kept him alive. We’re tight. And most days we laugh and cuddle and talk nonsense and play music and dance and occasionally he does what he’s told. A trait he gets from his parents I’m afraid. Yes, I’m often still very afraid… 
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